‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag.
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